view from the signal station we returned to admire again and again with renewed delight; and never, at sunset, did we fail to turn our steps to behold that glorious prospect from the terrace of Lausanne, high above the blue waters of the Leman Lake-with the woods, the rocks, and the towering summits of the snow-white Alps rising from the opposite shore, and catching the last glowing changeful hues of the evening sky— which is surely unsurpassed in beauty by any other scene on earth.

Our evenings were generally spent in music, in which Mrs. Cleveland and sometimes Mademoiselle Delemont assisted. I generally accompanied them or myself on the harp. Mr. Lindsay wrote songs, and I set them to music and sung them.

Day after day did Mr. Heathcote urge, complain, and insist that they must, without delay, prosecute their tour of the Grisons, the Glaris, the Grimsel, the Gemmi, and I know not how many other G's, and that he could not, and would not wait a day longer; and reproached Mr. Lindsay with having persuaded

him to come from England to take this tour with him, and now deserting him in the middle of it. You promised you would go through the whole with me-you promised we should make it out before the shooting season began,' he repeated

'He knows he has me in his power,' said Mr. Lindsay, and like another Shylock, he duns me incessantly with my bond, my bond! Well, according to my bond,' I must go.'

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And accordingly at last they did go.-And perhaps it was as well.

Short as our acquaintance has been in duration, we certainly know each other better by living and travelling a week or two together from morning till night, than we could have done after years of acquaintance in England; and had this incessant intimacy continued, I might perhaps have found his society a dangerous enjoyment, for he is possessed of very uncommon talents and powers of pleasing-and he is one of the very few young men I know, who with rank, fortune, fashion, and great personal advantages,

is entirely free from vanity, and is not intoxicated with these envied distinctions. He estimates them as they deserve, but he has nobler qualities and higher objects of ambition. In short, he is so very interesting and superior a character, that though I cannot honestly pretend that I am glad he is gone, I will honestly own to you that I am quite convinced it is better for me that he is :--for Mr. Lindsay, while he avowedly seeks my friendship, himself feels that I can never be more to him than a friend; but as friendship with young men-more especially such a young man-is not the most prudent thing possible for a young woman-I shall take care never to be more to him than an acquaintance. In plain English, Georgiana, Mr. Lindsay never will marry me. You may trust to my penetration and sincerity on this point. I am not, and cannot be mistaken. I know that it is true and you know that I would not say so to you if it were not true. But I tell you so, dear Georgiana, at once, plainly, in order that you may not indulge your quick fancy with building any castles about me and Mr. Lindsay, which I

know you would be apt to do.

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Such being the

case, though you will acquit me of the weakness and folly of falling in love with a man whom I know has no thoughts of me-and though I have too much pride-if not too much senseto allow my heart unsought, unwoo'd, to be won'-yet I might perhaps have found in time, that his too delightful society made that of others distasteful. A person accustomed every day to Champagne, would find small beer a very vapid beverage. Therefore, I repeat, it is as well perhaps for me that he is gone. And now it would be as well for me, perhaps, if I were gone too-to bed-so good night, dear Georgiana.

CHAPTER IX.

ENGLAND.

God made the country and man made the town.
COWPER.

O how cans't thou renounce the boundless store
Of charms which nature to her votary yields,
The warbling woodland-the resounding shore-
The pomp of groves and garniture of fields;
All that the genial ray of morning yields,
And all that echoes to the song of even;
All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields,
And all the dread magnificence of heaven,-

O how can'st thou renounce and hope to be forgiven!

BEATTIE.

Two days after their departure, Colonel Cleveland received a few hasty lines from Mr. Lindsay, written from Geneva, on the evening of the day they had parted, to inform him that Mr. Heathcote, on his arrival there, had found